Tswaney17’s Fics

Partially on hiatus.

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Fanfic Masterlist

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High Infidelity - Part 3

Dragged My Feet Right Down the Aisle

Back with another update to this fic for @elriel-month! You can thank @duskwhisperer for “subtly” nudging me to update this fic. All complaints should go to her. 😘

You can read part 3 of High Infidelity on my AO3 here.

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Never Grow Up

My next submission for @elriel-month is another fluffy, wholesome fic featuring Elain and Azriel as parents (again). Can you see the vibe I’ve been feeling for these two? 😅 Anyways, this is dedicated to the lovely @moonfalles. Thank you, my darling for being such a wonderful friend. 💕💐

You can read Never Grow Up on my AO3 here.

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High Infidelity - Part 2

Wound Open, Game Token

Has it been two years since I’ve updated this fic? Yes. Are you going to yell at me for it. Probably. 🙂 You can thank lazydaisyreads (IG) for “subtly” nudging me every chance she got to update this fic. You can thank her. 😘

You can read part 2 of High Infidelity on AO3 here.

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Petal Perfect💐

Happy @elriel-month everyone! I’m excited to share that I found a small creative window that allowed me to write. 🥰 I hope you enjoy this little domestic fluff. And let’s hope that this is the last year we celebrate Elriel Month without their book! 💙🩷

You can read Petal Perfect on AO3, linked below. 🌸

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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For absolutely no reason whatsoever…

Pick a fic

High Infidelity

Secret Sessions

Voting ended onApr 8

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Accidental Chemistry - Part 5: Cracked Walls

I've had this chapter written since the spring, but I've been waiting to publish, hoping my creativity might come back. It has not. And instead of just leaving this AU hanging, I thought I'd post this part since it does give some kind of closure. I have outlined more for this series, but I don't know if I'll ever get back into writing at this point. However, I really did love this series and wanted to give it some type of ending that could be satisfying in a way. If I ever do begin writing again, I want to come back and fully complete this story. I just don't know if that'll happen at this point. Appreciate you all sticking with me, and I hope you're doing well.

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘 Dedicated to lazydaisyreads (IG)💜

Trigger warnings: None

Word Count: 5,354

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

A few weeks after the holidays, Elain finally booked the massages for her and Azriel. They were going on a random Tuesday she had off from the bakery, hoping the spa wouldn’t be too busy. Azriel had given her free rein to pick whatever day worked best for her and took a PTO day to join. She felt guilty about making him use a paid day off, but he simply waved off her concerns, stating that he rarely used them as it was and had plenty of hours to spare.

That made her feel a bit better, even knowing that he still tried to get out of it, offering her several chances to take someone else. Elain wasn’t exactly sure what the reasoning was behind his adamance about taking someone else, but she just didn’t feel right doing so when he spent so much money on her for the Christmas gift, and she had gotten him nothing in return.

When their spa day arrived, they dropped Oliver off with Feyre before grabbing a couple of coffees to go from a café in town. “I haven’t had a massage since before I was married,” she told him as they pulled into the parking lot of the spa place, feeling giddy. “I can’t wait for them to work the knot next to my shoulder blade.”

Azriel chuckled, the sound skittering along her bones. It was unfair how everything about him seemed to be attractive. “I’ve never had a massage before.”

She turned to look at him, brows high. “Never in your life?”

He shrugged, turning the car off. “Never had a desire for one, truthfully.”

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Accidental Chemistry - Part 4: Instant Regret

Happy birthday to meeee. 🎂 What better way to celebrate my birthday than with an update to this fic? 💕 I've been sitting on this part for a while because I really struggled with it. But I am very excited to finally get this out for you.

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘 Dedicated to @duskwhisperer. 💜

Trigger warnings: None, to my knowledge

Word Count: 5,583

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel pulled into the driveway at Rhys and Feyre’s place only thirty minutes past when they were expected. Which, he called a success, considering that just fifteen minutes ago, Oliver had been having a full meltdown and had taken skin-to-skin contact with him to calm him down.

He noticed it the other night when he cradled the boy to his chest, promptly getting him to settle enough to finally fall asleep. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of his heartbeat or the warmth of his skin or the deep sound of his voice as he softly sang a lullaby his mother used to hum to him or a combination thereof, but Oliver always seemed content in his arms.

The memory of that night and earlier today made him smile. He’d grown attached to the sweet thing, perhaps too attached if Rhys’s warning still rang true. Az glanced over to his roommate in the passenger seat. Elain wore a burnt orange colored turtle neck sweater, black leggings, and boots. The perfect outfit to fight off the chill as winter began to clutch them in her grasp. Her thick locks were piled on top of her head, strands falling out to frame the delicate features of her face.

She was beautiful. It was as simple as that. Elain could pull off seven days without a shower and wearing a rucksack and still be gorgeous.

Az shook his head, pushing those thoughts about his roommate aside.

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WIP Wednesday Tag Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Thank you to @epiphany-zzz for the tag! I don't have a lot of wips right now that are usable, but I'll try my best.

Word: DREAM

D: “Don’t give me that,” he snarled. “I can see the way you look at her. It’s not just friendly affection. You’re fucking in love with her.” His body went rigid. “I don’t fucking love her, Rhys.” “You can lie to yourself all you want, Az, but you can’t lie to me.” (Accidental Chemistry)

R: Read the exhaustion painted as dark marks under his eyes. “Elain moved to Paris, Az. She left two weeks ago.” He blinked at her, not quite understanding the words she spoke. “What?” “She was offered to complete her studies abroad. Her school is partners with a pastry school in Paris and they asked her to be the representative in their exchange program.” (High Infidelity)

E: Elain had refused to let herself cry over men after what Graysen had done. But feeling that bitter coldness from her roommate had tears welling in her eyes. She hated the chasm between them. Whatever happened at the dinner hurt their friendship, and she desperately wanted it back. (Accidental Chemistry)

A: Azriel reared back as if she’d slapped him. “What are you talking about?” She sniffed as more tears fell. “My one job as your wife is to give you children and I’ve failed.” “No, Elain. No. Your job is not to give me children.” He was out of his chair and kneeling in front of her in an instant. (Random WIP)

M: Mor was one of his best friends, but even still, airing out all of his vulnerabilities was difficult. His knuckles tightened around his glass of whiskey. “Elain’s divorce is barely finalized.” He remembered the day she received the final documentation in the mail. It was a different kind of sadness that settled in her. Relief, yes, because it was the end of her toxic marriage, but also sorrow too, which he assumed had more to do with Ollie than herself. “She deserves someone better than me.” (Accidental Chemistry)

Tagging: @nikethestatue @jasmineandcedar @violetasteracademic (sorry if you've been tagged).

Your Word: FLORAL

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Wildest Dreams - Part 2

She liveeeeessss.

Sort of. I want to thank the incredible @moonfalles for helping to inspire this chapter (I had no idea that this fic needed a second part, but I was desperate for some tender Azriel/Elriel moments). The headcanons we've been sharing with each other gave me that burst of creative energy to write this in one day. So, bless you, my darling, for being my muse. 🥰

Am I back? No. Am I working on stuff to possibly be back one day? Yes.

Remember, writers need engagement to keep going. If you liked this story, please share that with me! I'd love to hear your thoughts. 💕

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Trigger warnings: None

Word Count: 1,978

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel landed on the back terrace of his and Elain’s home. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and he knew that his two girls would be spending it in the garden, Elain pruning her various flowers with Rosalie buzzing around her like a little bumblebee.

He smiled at the thought. His daughter earned that nickname a few years back when she was toddling around with her mother. Azriel had said she reminded him of a bee orbiting its flower. Elain had smiled at that, asking him if Rosalie was his little bumblebee.

Without hesitating, he looked at his wife with a broad smile and said, “Yes.” His heart ached at the memory. She was only a bumblebee to her Papa. That was his special nickname for his sweet girl.

Striding through the yard, Azriel took note of the blooming flowers, his shadows flitting between the shaded spots cast by the petals and leaves.

As predicted, he found them in a back corner of Elain’s garden, pruning a section of night-blooming jasmine. It was one of Elain’s favorite sections of her garden, and his too, as it always smelled like her. Azriel couldn’t get enough of his wife’s sweet jasmine scent.

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Hypothetically, if I were to finish one fic, which would you choose?

Accidental Chemistry

High Infidelity

Other (answer in the comments)

Voting ended onFeb 7, 2025

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IDBTWY Deletion

As I prepare to rework I Do Bad Things with You into an original story, it’s time to remove its online presence. I have asked for no reblogging of the actual story anymore as I will need to track down and ask users to delete each of those reblogs.

So, if you could help me out, I would greatly appreciate you taking some time to go through the masterlist linked here and delete any reblogs you have, including from the prequels and associated artwork.

Please reblog this post as a signal boost (if you’d be so inclined. I’d really appreciate it). I’m hoping to start removing parts on November 1st and will likely begin reaching out to users over the next several weeks.

Thank you for your love and support with this story. It has meant more than you’ll ever realize. 💕

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Secret Sessions Masterlist

This is based off of @wingedblooms headcanon: “Elain is doing a bunch of training on the side - and tracking down Bryaxis would be part of that - and she’s caught by someone.” 

Part 1 - The Scry

Part 2 - The Mission

Part 3 - The Choice

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Hiatus

Hello all,

In light of recent events, I have come to the hard decision to take a temporary hiatus from the fandom. In that, I will not be producing anymore content for the time being. I will still be present to occasionally share other’s work across my social platforms but I will not be uploading any new things from me.

With that said, all of my current works are paused and potentially will be discontinued. I haven’t made any decisions yet if I want to continue with the ongoing stories I have.

I still firmly believe an Elriel book is coming, but I am mentally tapped out from this fandom, and I’d rather turn my efforts into publishing my novel than writing fanfiction right now.

Wishing you all the best.

Tay 💕

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Unholy

@elriel-month | Death's Fanged Beast

This is... well, it's porn. Nothing more. And before y'all come for me, let me note that I am NOT religious. I have no real foundation for any sort of religious/catholic background. This story is just a bunch of randomly used religious expressions strung together with no rhyme or reason. If this is not your cup of tea, don't read it. It was a wild idea I mentioned years ago that's finally come to pass.

Dedicated to the lovely @elainsweetcobalt for reasons. 😘

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: NSFW - explicit, goes against religious beliefs, just overall not for the faint of heart.

Word Count: 2,265

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Father Azriel knew exactly who entered the confessional booth even with the privacy screen between them. The delicate scent of jasmine and honey followed her into the tiny chamber, invading his mind. Any ability to be impartial was destroyed right then and there.

Elain Archeron was sin itself.

Lust on legs.

She made him want to break his vow of celibacy; had taken to fisting himself in sin late at night from the image of her kneeling on the steps of his altar.

It was his personal form of torment. Seeing her every blessed Sunday in the front row of his church, always in a sundress that made his mouth water. And always, always wearing that delicate, golden cross neckless just around the base of her elegant throat.

He was in Hell.

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@justreallybored

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@roseandshadows

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

@elriel-month | Once Upon a Dream

I'm so excited to share this Tangled retelling fic. It came to me last minute and I'm still in shock I managed to bust this one out. 😅 This story is heavily inspired by two songs, "Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?" and "Cassandra" both by Taylor Swift. I recommend listening to them to get the full experience of this fic. 💗

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: Some minor descriptions of violence

Word Count: 7,053

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel buckled his weapons belt over his hips, tightening the straps around his thick thigh that contained the legendary dagger at his side. It was his preferred method to kill the monsters he was paid to end. Though he carried a few other daggers and a long sword strapped down the center of his spine, they weren’t Truthteller.

They weren’t the dagger that stories were told about around village fires.

They weren’t the dagger children pretended to wield when they played knights and dragons and thieves.

His lips curled up at the thought of them using wooden swords and declaring themselves knights of the kingdom. Slashing the toy as if they held his blade in their small hands. The idea was completely absurd.

Because Azriel was no knight.

He traveled from village to village, kingdom to kingdom, taking coins from the townsfolks or the royals themselves to slay whatever beast was terrorizing them. Using the knife believed to have magic embedded within the very blade to always strike true. The only magical thing people dared to accept in this world.

The stories he could tell would cower most people, but not a single monster had ever given him pause.

Until today.

Until he was called upon to slay the sorceress who retired to a tall tower in the woods. Azriel wasn’t too familiar with sorceresses or the power they possessed. But the coin offered by the town was too good to pass up.

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@duskwhisperer

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@nyxreads

@shedoessoshedoes

@athena-85

@jasmineandshadows

@nightcourtseer

@nivem565

@debramclaren

@illyrianvalkyriecarynthian

@secretpuppyflower

@justreallybored

@ultadverb

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@roseandshadows

@tcursebreaker

@kingravinger

@mis-lil-red

@eloeloeheheh

@fawnandshadows

@swankii-art-teacher

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@bookhhrelaz

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Wildest Dreams

@elriel-month | Choice

You know it's not a true Elriel Month if Azriel isn't just simping over Elain. This one is all fluff. Hope you enjoy it! 🌹🦇

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: Nothing but domestic fluff

Word Count: 1,230

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel landed on the front steps of his and Elain’s home, his boots cushioning the impact from the stone pathway. They had bought and rebuilt this home about a year after their mating and wedding ceremony, wanting a space to call their own. Though Rhys had gifted them the townhouse as a mating present—and an apology for keeping them apart once they realized the bond between Elain and Lucien had been nothing more than a spell from a corrupted Cauldron—they wanted to find something that was truly their own. Away from the bustle of the city and in a quiet neighborhood.

Nobody could argue that they enjoyed their peace and quiet.

He had been pulled away after Rhys’s unrelented pestering over some reports and the only reason he finally gave in was because Koschei was still at large and Azriel would stop at nothing to protect those he loved.

But that didn’t stop the ache in his chest from just how much he missed his girls.

Girls. Plural. As in more than one.

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@nyxreads

@shedoessoshedoes

@athena-85

@jasmineandshadows

@nightcourtseer

@nivem565

@debramclaren

@illyrianvalkyriecarynthian

@secretpuppyflower

@justreallybored

@ultadverb

@the-regal-warrior

@roseandshadows

@tcursebreaker

@kingravinger

@mis-lil-red

@eloeloeheheh

@fawnandshadows

@swankii-art-teacher

@miss-bee-cat

@bookhhrelaz

@impossiblescissorspeachpaper

@elrielbaby

@lesolehabitantdelalune

@thoughtsaboutshows

@britishwings

@aelin21galathynius

@saz-griffin

@azrielslight

@bookstaninthesoul

@curiositywoman

@karsyn-b2

@elainsweetcobalt

@emilyondemand

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